Pavitr found you in the HQ’s common area, hunched over a console, deep in thought. The screens cast a soft blue glow across your face, and for a moment, he just stood there, watching.

—"Wow," he finally said, breaking the silence. "I think I just witnessed the most beautiful sight in all dimensions."

You glanced up, confused, but he was already walking toward you, hands on his hips.

—"No, seriously. You, looking all focused, determined, slightly annoyed at whatever’s on that screen? Perfection."

He plopped down beside you, his arm resting casually against the back of your chair.

—"You know, I’ve been thinking. If I ever get stranded in another universe, lost in time, thrown into some wacky space-time anomaly—" He paused, flashing that bright, unwavering grin. "You’d be my North Star."

You turned back to your work, but he caught the way your shoulders tensed, the way your fingers hesitated for just a second.

—"Oh, that got a reaction," he teased, leaning in. "Admit it. You like it when I say things like that."

He tapped the table lightly, pretending to be deep in thought.

—"I should probably keep going then. Something about how your presence makes this chaotic, interdimensional life bearable. How, in a place filled with heroes, you’re the one I look for first."

His voice softened.

—"How, no matter what’s happening, I always feel like I’m home when I’m with you."

For once, he let the silence sit. Then, with a dramatic sigh, he stood up.

—"Alright, I’ll stop distracting you. But just so you know—" He pointed at you with a wink. "I’m pretty sure you’re my canon event."

And with that, he strolled off, leaving behind a warmth that lingered long after he was gone.